this is a story about companionship in the mornings when I rise I pace the floor noting shadows and silences that watch my movements neither guardians nor sentinels their significance eludes me on the patio I can lean against a fence that forms a boundary between myself and the garden bed unkempt through my neglectful … Continue reading untitled – c
and I speak just as though words might make up the heart of the sun I burst out of myself out of me to tell you to reach you and these words are sword they are flame they are ... the wound of me the gaping of this moment I left behind ~
fly me to the jaws of life of death of living at the margins fly out beyond the sky to the dark of space to everything I leave behind me and I will embrace the thing that's coming I will take what is there take anything that names me fly high the moon fly high … Continue reading to the moon
he wrote in short lines crisp clear sharp unadventurous it is true but sufficient for his purpose stanzas of briskly expressed words black onto the white satisfied he flick flicked a lighter until it caught and held a flame the paper of course burned readily but each word was left to hover exposed in the … Continue reading as free as suns
he smiled showed teeth as he performed first juggling small batons three four lit and thrown and caught over and again a fiery pinwheel returned by hand to the air returned via parabola to hand then the longer pole lit at both ends dancing leaping he and his flames in accord mesmerizing the night with … Continue reading the entertainer (last show)
young stars at play surge and soar around every by-way let the stuff of mighty matter roar young stars won't heed they have no lasting attention young stars young rainbow stars play and play until they fill all the spaces the vast emptiness of heaven ~
I have drawn a man in red and black I have drawn him on my wall the ochre of the stars becomes his skin and he is speaking I believe to someone he is speaking I believe to a higher place to another dimension ~
by veil I see where she has been by veil I follow a path of sequins through the dark a milk-white trail into the starry tomorrow ~ Picture Source: NASA Image and Video Library
well what I try to do is to surprise you you are the who and you are the why for me he is speaking giving a little talk to the Appreciation Society but when I consider the what and the how that might allow me to craft your surprise I am at a loss for … Continue reading surprising the Appreciation Society
he was aware that every time he closed his eyes … each occasion of sleep saw the temporary permanent destruction of every thought and every idea that comprised the world his world only it is true but from his personal position his world was everything all that was all that is most of the time … Continue reading temporary permanent destruction
